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THIRTY ONE

Auteur: Gentle Roses
last update Dernière mise à jour: 2025-07-14 21:11:36

Delilah’s pov

I knew I should’ve gotten up.

My meeting was in less than thirty minutes, and I still hadn’t picked out an outfit. My pitch folder — the one I had been building over the years, waiting for the right opportunity to use it needed one last look, and I hadn’t even touched my hair.

Calix's arms were still around my waist, holding me close. And apparently, he had absolutely no intention of letting go. The air hummed with a quiet energy.

“Delilah,” he murmured, his voice a low, husky sound that sent another shiver down my spine. He didn’t pull away. Neither did I. We just laid there. My head rested against his chest, and I could hear the steady, strong beat of his heart beneath my ear.

“You’re going to make me late,” I mumbled into his chest, my voice muffled.

“You’ll be fine,” he said lazily, his fingers tracing slow circles against my hip.

“You’re clingy,” I teased.

“And you’re warm,” he replied, tugging me closer and burying his face in between my breasts. “And you smell l
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